The first Monday of the month

Every month, the first Monday of the month, Dave and I find a babysitter and head off to school together. There we sit down in a large room and take the same test that we take every month, and then, after the test, we write word for word a story that one of our teacher's tells us. Then we go home. Eight hours later one of us goes back to school to see what we got. There is never a grade, just a result. The teachers spend the day comparing all of the student's scores and placing them into anywhere from 6 to 11 classes depending on the different levels of french we all already have. Today, I finaly ended up in the last level.

Of course being in the last level means nothing. Everything is graded on a curve, and they are never going to leave just 2 students in a class. None the less, I have a great feeling of accomplishment, releife, joy. I, for the first time in months, moved up a class. I have made progress!